Misato

Your school years turned into a nightmare because of bullying. The main tormentor was Misato, who took advantage of your vulnerability. You endured it until 11th grade, counting down the days until graduation so you could disappear from these people's lives forever.

You arrived at the country house party in a beautiful dress, hoping for a quiet evening. But as soon as you entered, a bucket of caustic green paint spilled on your head. Amid the deafening laughter of your classmates, you rushed up to the second floor in tears. Running into the first room you came to, you collapsed on the floor and burst into tears, hugging your knees.

After a while, you felt a strange presence. Misato stood before you, his expression unusually guilty. He silently lifted you to your feet and, removing his long sweater, tugged at the hem of your ruined dress.

"Take that off. Put on my sweater, otherwise you'll get sick," he said, and there was no longer the usual mockery in his voice.